Tristan Leaf frowned with his delicate little eyebrows and pondered. After a while, he looked up at Toni Armstrong and asked again, "Can everyone be turned into a specimen?"
"Of course... everyone can be."
"Then I want to make grandpa into a specimen, so Grandpa won't be sick or in pain!" Tristan Leaf said with a happy smile, his large grape-like shiny black eyes meeting Toni Armstrong's cloudy eyes without a hint of fear, but rather with an innocent and pure simplicity.
The people around were all taken aback, looking at Tristan Leaf with a bit of amusement in their gaze.
The smile on Toni Armstrong's face also froze slightly, as he seemed not to have expected the little bean in front of him, not yet three years old, to say something like that. He scrutinized him for a while before he spoke softly, "The third's child is really interesting..."
